[ although he doesn't seem to be keeping it as one of his highest priorities, his response a dull one as his focus drifts away to thinking about having another three bag's worth of dried beef and a huge gallon of lukewarm water.
on the way over, despite viktor's pointed arrangements, jayce makes a wobbling bee line to the abandoned convenience store to stockpile a meal. whatever his arm could carry along with the hammer he has to drag, a little too apprehensive to consider that he could just come back and get more, despite having the creeping fear that there'd be nothing left by then.
he eats like he's forgotten to eat around people. like he's famished. like he's been part of a pack of wolves for as long as his hair's grown, and he doesn't care how he looks ravaging through ding dongs and chex mix. the beef jerky tasted like a juicy steak. so much water. it takes some satiation before he reminds himself to get some baked pretzel chips and tepid tea for viktor (it would have been iced if it were cold), and whatever else he seems fond of for later.
maybe some clothes and basic hygiene products, if they're going to bathe.
the inside of the rooms are as neglected as one may think, but it's more than enough for them right now. there's a soft place to sleep and running water. there's a long moment where jayce simply stands in the room, hammer put to rest against the wall and kind of just— hugging the goods he's helped carry as he looks around in stationary limbo, and stops with his eyes on viktor. ]
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That, too.
[ although he doesn't seem to be keeping it as one of his highest priorities, his response a dull one as his focus drifts away to thinking about having another three bag's worth of dried beef and a huge gallon of lukewarm water.
on the way over, despite viktor's pointed arrangements, jayce makes a wobbling bee line to the abandoned convenience store to stockpile a meal. whatever his arm could carry along with the hammer he has to drag, a little too apprehensive to consider that he could just come back and get more, despite having the creeping fear that there'd be nothing left by then.
he eats like he's forgotten to eat around people. like he's famished. like he's been part of a pack of wolves for as long as his hair's grown, and he doesn't care how he looks ravaging through ding dongs and chex mix. the beef jerky tasted like a juicy steak. so much water. it takes some satiation before he reminds himself to get some baked pretzel chips and tepid tea for viktor (it would have been iced if it were cold), and whatever else he seems fond of for later.
maybe some clothes and basic hygiene products, if they're going to bathe.
the inside of the rooms are as neglected as one may think, but it's more than enough for them right now. there's a soft place to sleep and running water. there's a long moment where jayce simply stands in the room, hammer put to rest against the wall and kind of just— hugging the goods he's helped carry as he looks around in stationary limbo, and stops with his eyes on viktor. ]